The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Том 1R. W. Pomeroy, 1824 |
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... Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay , The midnight brought the signal ... line , And partly that I did his sire some wrong , And partly that bright names will hallow song ; And his was of ...
... Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay , The midnight brought the signal ... line , And partly that I did his sire some wrong , And partly that bright names will hallow song ; And his was of ...
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... last canto , there will be found less of the pilgrim than in any of the preceding , and that little slightly , if at all , separated from the author speaking in his own person . The fact is , that I had become weary of drawing a line ...
... last canto , there will be found less of the pilgrim than in any of the preceding , and that little slightly , if at all , separated from the author speaking in his own person . The fact is , that I had become weary of drawing a line ...
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... last and only place Of refuge ; this , at least , shall still be mine : Though from our birth the faculty divine Is ... line , Would build up all her triumphs in one dome , Her Coliseum stands ; the moonbeams shine As ' twere its natural ...
... last and only place Of refuge ; this , at least , shall still be mine : Though from our birth the faculty divine Is ... line , Would build up all her triumphs in one dome , Her Coliseum stands ; the moonbeams shine As ' twere its natural ...
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... line 6 . THE little village of Castri stands partly on the site of Delphi ... line 4 . The convent of " Our Lady of Punishment , " Nossa Senora de Pena , on ... last . It is a well known fact , that in the year 1809 , the assassinations ...
... line 6 . THE little village of Castri stands partly on the site of Delphi ... line 4 . The convent of " Our Lady of Punishment , " Nossa Senora de Pena , on ... last . It is a well known fact , that in the year 1809 , the assassinations ...
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... lines 2 and 3 . The red cockade with " Fernando Septimo " in the centre . 10 . The ball - piled pyramid , the ever - blazing match . Stanza li . line last . All who have seen a battery will recollect the pyramidal form in which shot and ...
... lines 2 and 3 . The red cockade with " Fernando Septimo " in the centre . 10 . The ball - piled pyramid , the ever - blazing match . Stanza li . line last . All who have seen a battery will recollect the pyramidal form in which shot and ...
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Стр. 186 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Стр. 188 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Стр. 79 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider. Welcome, to their roar ! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the...
Стр. 85 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Стр. 187 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Стр. 152 - Oh, Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Стр. 85 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Стр. 79 - Is THY face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Стр. 109 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Стр. 136 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her, a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air, an island of the blest...